All Chapters of Bikers and Bakeries: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

“What do you have to report?” I could have linked my men, but having them in front of me made the threat of failure happen less often. I found that intimidation was key for ruling correctly. “We have all of Wisconsin and Illinois now and are working to gather forces to head west from there. Unfortunately with the loss in Richmond, the rest of Indiana is on high alert.” Beta Logan took a breath. I let a little of my aura slip out, letting him know I was not pleased to hear that. I could see sweat start to bead along his brow, obviously the bad news was not over. “Our alliance with Arizona, New Mexico, and Nevada had fallen through. Apparently there is a new pack leader in Desert Scorpion by the name of Chester Firephax that has been stirring up the pot. He recently fought his uncle to the death for the position, so people are taking him seriously.” I stood and growled. Dominion, my wolf, was just as displeased as I was with the news. I had wasted the last six years on

Teddy’s POV My father called me into his office bright and early that morning. I had maybe gotten about three hours of sleep by the time the pack doctor had helped my leg heal more quickly with an IV and a witch hazel compact. The wound was still sore, but the hole had condensed down to the size of a quarter from the baseball chunk it had been. Theodor Grave Senior glared at me as soon as I entered the office, still fuming from me cutting his link last night. “What do you have to say for yourself?” His stare could have put a nun to shame, but I was used to it; having gotten immune to the stare at an early age. “What should I say? You’re welcome? The border is secure? Goddess, dad, we saved the pack from having future losses and all I get for it is chewed out; and you wondered why I never stuck around long here.” I glared back, the old man was pushing me too much and way too early. “Do not take Nix’s name in vane, boy. I taught you better respect than that.” I scoff

Chip’s POV I hung almost lifeless from the ceiling in cell number three. I had been in two and eight as well, dreading any time another wolf would walk in. The manacles bit into my flesh as I tried to keep my feet off of the floor, a floor that was coated in a thin layer of silver. Every time my muscles gave out, my feet would touch the floor; causing blisters and pain. There were rods in the corner that my captures used occasionally to beat me; fine silver lines etched into their surface. My arms almost gave out again as I felt another painful blister pop on my back. What made it worse for me though was that I could feel everything Heather felt through the bond, making me ache to get to her. They had started with her yesterday from what I could tell. If I had to guess, we had been here maybe three to four days since Thursday. Just as I was about to give up again, the door to cell three opened. I about sobbed when I saw three men enter the room, I couldn’t take anot

Teddy’s POV I was nervous about them getting Chip back; I wasn’t allowed to go because of the laws in hostage exchanges. Beta Oliver had called and said they were on their way back and that the pack doctor would be needed. Apparently they were not hospitable with his friend. Black Haven had tried to get Beta Daniel to do the exchange, more than likely to try and have Chip and Heather killed on the way back. My father had made sure that he was assigned to run the pack borders to the far west instead. I ran outside From my father’s office as soon as I saw the limo pull up, intent on being there to help out. Chip was in worse shape than what Beta Oliver lead to believe, the silver blisters on his body sending him into a state of delirium. Heather seemed to be alright physically, but mentally she had been hurt. They both were rushed to the medical building, and Chip was brought in first for the doctor. Heather sat outside of the operating room and I joined her. “It’s been

“Hmmmm.. I would have to say.. two?” I asked, Gaston’s eyes were getting closer to closing; the wine making him almost pass out now. “Yah, being burned to almost death does suck balls…” he passed out then, his left hand falling in top of the rest of the pizza. Fuuuckk… so the cells are used for torture? I felt the guilded cage I was in begin to crumble. I was getting used to a system designed to break you, and I just now realized what I had been doing. If I didn’t comply to his needs, would I end up in the cells too? I slowly got up from the couch and made my way out of the room, heading to the main part of the house. The door to the basement was just off of the dining room, towards Dominic’s side of the house. I looked around me to make sure that there wasn’t anyone watching and tried the handle. Dammit, it’s locked! I pressed my ear to it, hoping for a sound. All I could hear was a soft hum of what sounded like different machines running. I pressed my ear harder to the door,